"We should plan a trip to Atlantic City." Louis chirps in while taking a sip of his drink, lying back on the wooden chair.
I raise a brow. "Atlantic city?" I look around at everyone with a raised brow? Atlantic City? Out of all places?
"Yeah let's go." Perrie adds.
"But when? Our little vacation is almost over." Liam says.
Louis stares at the table for a bit in deep thought. His brows furrows together as the scruff on his chin crinkles. He looks up with a large smile on his face. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I question raising a brow. "We can't go tomorrow. We already payed for 3 more days. It's a waste of money-"
"Oh lighten up Andrea. It's only a couple hundred bucks, no biggie-"
I look down at my hands, deciding not to reply when my head is spinning. An argument its definitely not needed at this point. My head wanders off to Harry. God Harry.
Why do I become crazy when I'm with him? Why do I feel my blood pressure literally rising just at the God damn sight of him? It's like I have no control over my actions or my thoughts when I'm near him, as if my mind is suddenly in a different dimension.
We sit at the wooden table outside of our hotel for about another thirty minutes. As everyone engulfs their food a grunt is heard from Zayn's mouth. We all turn to him in confusion.
"How do you guys eat this shit?" He says disgustedly while gagging.
"They're chicken tenders?" Louis questions.
"Yeah- which is why I'm not eating them. These poor animals are getting killed, all the time. It's sick!" Zayn finishes.
"They're many other chickens in the world Zayn. Stop worrying." Liam says while biting his chicken tender.
Not being involved in the situation, I look around the pool area while sighing. These people take forever to eat. Rolling my eyes, something catches my eye.
Harry walks by shirtless with a white towel on his shoulder, a Cream colored hat on his head as His ray bands sit perfectly on his face. Suddenly, his face turns to me and I freeze. A smirk is plastered on his face as he puts his towel on the chair in front of the pool.
"Like the view?" A deep raspy voice echo's in my head as I gasp, unaware of my actions. Everyone stares at me in confusion. I look at them while my mouth is half open. Shit I forgot Harry could do that.
"I-I'll be back." I smile while quickly getting out of my seat and walking towards Harry. My sandals flip flop across the pavement. As I'm reaching Harry the smile that was once on his face has vanished. I grab up his elbow, forcing him to look at me. He clenches his jaw as I send him a glare.
"Don't ever do that again. Especially not when I'm with my friends. You've got to leave me alone." I say with seriousness. But I don't get a reply. All I get is a dazed Harry staring at my lips. Without another word, I leave him be. I start walking until hear a slight chuckle in my head.
I stop dead in my tracks, but not turning around.
"Leave you alone? I don't think I could do that anymore." His voice peers, echoing inside my head once again.
Shivers run down my spine as I gulp in fear. Without answering, i hesitantly talk a step forward and walk away, heading towards the bathroom inside the hotel lobby.
Practically running by now, I forcefully push the women's bathroom door, standing in front of the sink, my hands tightly grabbing the edges of the marble sink. My breathe heavily increases as I try shaking it.
"No. No, Andrea. Everything's fine. Everything's okay. Calm down.... Calm down." I say whispering to myself, closing my eyes and trying to regain my sanity back.
"This is actually quite entertaining." A voice says and I instantly look to where it's coming from. I gasp as my back presses to the Wall. Harry as staring at me, leaning on the bathroom stall.
"W-w-when did you even get in here?!" I yell with my eyes wide.
"Doesn't matter. But what does matter is me & you talking." He says, walking slowly towards me.
"Oh yeah, talking about what?"
"Depends on what you want to start with." I can smell minty breath from here as he walks closer and closer. His lips softly graze my neck as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my breathing increases again. "But let's start with me & you starting something. You know.. Giving it a shot."
I pull him away, staring at him. "N-no Harry. I-I can't do that."
"Why not?" He says simply staring at me. I can't help but feel under pressure with his gaze. Oh god I want to. I really want to. But something within me is telling me to run. And to run fast.
Run now and don't come back. Leave all of this. Leave Harry. But that part is torn between me wanting to stay with him because of Desire and Lust. What steps I'm I willing to take?
"When are you going back to New York?" He suddenly questions, breaking me out of my fixed gaze.
Licking my lips I reply, "Three days."
He clenches his jaw while lightly touching my jaw. "I'm coming to New York."
"What?"
"I said, I'm coming to New York."
"B-but why?"
"Because of desire & lust." He says while pulling my hair underneath my ear.
Heat rushes up to my cheeks as I stare at him in guiltiness.
"Why are you even here Harry?"
"When you told me to leave, I did.. But only afterwards did I realize it was a big mistake." He says and I look up at him, furrowing my brows. What?
"I left you once, and now that I've gotten you back, I'm not letting you go." He finishes.
"Harry this isn't going to work.-" I start saying but get quickly interrupted when the bathroom door swings open.
There I see, Perrie standing there, looking at me. Shit. As I'm about to open my mouth and say something, she beats me.
"Are you talking to the wall?"
I scrunch my nose. What? I look to my left at where Harry was standing and see nothing. Did he leave? What the hell is going on? With Perrie staring at me weirdly, I decide to ignore it and send her a smile. "No I was just airing out my makeup."
She then understanding nods her head. "Well I just wanted to let you know that we were leaving now. We all could tell your stomach was bad Since toy where in here for a while and didn't want to bother you." She genuinely smiles.
Nodding my head I walk towards the bathroom door, heading out. "Then let's go."
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Meeting God. {h.s}
FanfictionAndrea, an atheist that was deeply troubled. As she see's her world slowly crashing down, she would sill not turn to God for help. But will that change when the mysterious tall man with brown curly hair and green eyes, randomly pops into her house...